Aasim Mukhtar Galadima And And Hafsa Abubakar Bulama; Two Strangers whom fathers are best friend.
When they get married by knowing only each others names, things starts off on a rough path with Hafsa's gentle nature colliding with Aasim's arrogance...
It's been a month now since we got discharged from the hospital and Alhamdulillah, I thank Allah for the cute baby boy he blessed me with. He was named after my father, Abubakar but called Ayman. I love him so much, he's just so cute and adorable because he looks like his father. The eyes, the skin color, the cute lips, but his nose looks exactly like mine.
"Ummu ayman?!" I heard aasim yelled from the nursery. That means Ayman is awake. "Coming!" I yelled back. I quickly walked to the room to attend to my baby. I met aasim rocking ayman back and forth. I sat on the grey chair near Ayman's bed before I breast fed him. Aasim sat on the floor stroking Ayman's soft, silky hair.
I finished feeding him Before we went downstairs to the living room. "Can I have my baby now?" He asked stretching his hand to take ayman. "You still don't know how to hold him well." I stated. "Please just for five minutes." He pleaded. "Okay fine, but if you drop my baby, we're going to have a war." I handed ayman to him before taking a picture of my two favorite people.
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"Perfect" I beamed. "You guys look so cute." I added. "Lemme see." I showed him the pictures. "Aasim!" I heard meenarh yelled from upstairs. She's so rude! I almost forgot she exists. Meenarh came down all dressed up in red fitted gown ankara with a black scarf wrapped around her head. Like I said before; I totally forgot her existence in this house.
"You ready?" Aasim asked. "Yes B I am." Shee replied smiling. I glanced at aasim who was avoiding my gaze. "We're going to my parents house that's all." He defended still avoiding my gaze. "Oh!" I stood up and left with ayman in my arms.
I went upstairs to my room just to avoid any bull crap from meenarh. I hated her since day one. Always inviting her friends over when Aasim's at work and all they do is gossip and say nasty words when I'm passing by. I never bothered telling aasim because I don't want to cause any problem for her. She's just, what can I even call that dummy? Bitch? Unwanted crap?
